Photograph
A/N : OMG! I haven't updated in FOREVER! I am SO sorry! I was so busy with Christmas festivities and…OK, I don't really have a good excuse. But the rest of the updates will hopefully be much much faster.
Chapter 4
Boring
The photograph could be represented as a stone or even a pebble. It was like a rock that had been dropped into the calm "pond" of Lillian's life -- it was small, but the effects were easy to see. They spread out and affected all aspects of the pond disturbing the stillness and peacefulness.
Lillian had a pretty serene and organized life, besides her four kids working at the bookstore was easy and with all the children's friends and extra activities such as Jacob's baseball team, Lillian often found she had many an afternoon to herself to read a romance novel (she was a sucker for those) or work on her tan at the beach.
It was simplistic, unexciting, and boring. Where had that blonde teenager gone, the one that was always running around with her pop-star-in-disguise friend as her alias Lola Luftnagle (or was it Loftnagle?) and she didn't have a routine. Whether it was at the beach, mall, skate park, or backstage at a concert, she was always busy.
The blonde teenager called "Lilly" had grown up. She had settled down and had kids, and now she lived with her little broken family.
She wasn't unhappy…she loved her children, but her lifestyle was dissatisfying.
"Maybe I should sell the house and buy an RV." She thought amusedly. "Home school the kids… travel around, never stay in one place… Chelsea would kill me." She sighed. She had let go of that life, of her dream to be a professional skateboarder. She was twenty-nine, she couldn't leave her home and children behind to go dream-chasing.
Soon she would be thirty…what a negative thought.
She had lost her beloved board a long time ago. If she tried to skateboard again she'd fall flat on her face and look like a fool - and mortify her kids. No, she decided, she had left that all behind.
She sighed audibly as she looked at the photograph in her trembling hands. It surfaced so many memories - like the newspaper article. Malibu and probably the whole of North America had been stunned by Hannah's sudden disappearance.
The title of the article had been "Hannah Montana - Vanished!". A picture of the blonde singer had been on front pages everywhere.
Her identity, once shrouded in secrecy, had been revealed to the world. The police and various detectives needed the vital information to search for her. The kids at school bombarded Oliver - and especially me - with questions. Where did she go? How come she told you she was Hannah Montana? What was it like backstage at a concert?
How did whoever kidnapped her (assuming she was kidnapped) get past that bodyguard? The short African-American one? Roxy was devastated. She had failed in her mission of keeping Miley safe. I think that she left to work at some mall, probably as a security guard. She thought she would start again from scratch, Lillian guessed.
She felt sorry for her.
A sharp bark echoed through the hallway and Lillian looked down to see Trouble race past and clamber down the stairs, wild with excitement.
The kids must be home.
Quickly stuffing the photograph into her pocket, Lillian went to the door to thank Mrs. Johnson for taking them, but as soon as she closed the door after her friend she walked into the kitchen to order pizza.
She had a lot of thinking to do, and time spent fixing dinner was time she could spend debating the issue. Pluse, she wasn't exactly the greatest cook. She almost wished she hadn't found the photo in the first place, for all the confusion it already caused.
Authorities had given up on the search a long time ago. Miley had been gone for fourteen whole years.
The odd thing was, her father had gone too. It was unlikely they had packed up and hightailed it without telling anyone.
Detectives claimed no family issues or deaths had occurred, not had any other reasons for leaving.
The leave with inexplicable, but everyone had forgotten about it now.
The photograph must have some sort of clue, some kind of lead.
Lillian was determined to find her friend, dead or alive.
A/N : Chapter 5 almost done!
